“NO Mom,” Sage corrected me. “Kate was a regular person first and then she married Prince William and then she became a princess. She wasn’t Princess Kate first.”
She got me on semantics. Darn precocious six year-old.
“She is soooo lucky,” Thalia added.
“Well,” I explained, “Princesses aren’t always that lucky. It can be really difficult in a lot of ways.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you’re a famous person, a celebrity, people want to know every little thing about your life. You have no privacy. You walk out your door just to go take a walk and there are 50 guys with cameras trying to get a picture of you looking bad so they can sell it to a magazine. Every Tabloid newspaper writes stories about her talking about whether she looks good, or how much weight she gained when she was pregnant, or whether they think she is nice or not.”
My kids were confounded. “But why would they want to do that?”
I thought about the pitch I got just this morning, that read: Embarrassing alert! Kate Middleton was caught yesterday in public sporting an uncovered head of gray roots. You have to wonder where her colorist was!
I actually didn’t wonder where her colorist was. Nor did I know she had grey roots or was supposed to be embarrassed by that. Silly me.
“It’s all about selling more newspapers,” I told my girls, “or selling products or getting more people to watch TV shows. Think about it: The TV show announcer says COMING UP NEXT, A REALLLLLY HORRIBLE THING THAT PRINCESS KATE DID! TUNE IN TO SEE MORE! Or… COMING UP NEXT, THE WEATHER FORECAST.”
There was a long pause. Very long. My girls looked at each other. Then back at me.
“We’d rather watch the Weather Channel.”